I live through a kind of refractory post-doc phase.

I defended my thesis last Friday (080418), managed pretty well , the party in the evening was wild and crazy , and I am about to adapt to the new life of being 'MD PhD'.

I think I need to 'digest' what has happened. The last few nights, I have had some really strange dreams about things that did (and did not) happen that day. I guess Freud would be delighted to hear about this...

It feels good to be back in business again. I am sure some regular clinical commitments will help to get back to reality again. Babies don't really care about PhD's. And I am still me!